Sens Lose

Bah, Life goes on. Emery goes this summer, so does Redden, maybe Spezza, and next year is a fresh start.

I still say that the lame Spartan from the Game three jinxed the team...

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Tough old bastards rule

Canada's Chuck Norris?

Kim Robinson, the man who caught triple child-slaying suspect Allan Schoenborn, is a hunter and dog breeder from BC. The Ontario-born Robinson, 51, lived 30 years in Merritt, working at logging and as a hunting guide. He owns two traplines in the area, and keeps a dozen hounds for hunting big game.

I watched him interviewed on TV… what a character. He’s a hard-bitten throwback… not so much Chuck Norris, but more like a Canadian Lee Marvin or John Wayne, with a hint of Don Cherry for good measure.Here's some of what he had to say about his encounter with the half-starved Schoenborn:

"I got a lot of friends out there. Some think I'm a good guy, some think I'm an outlaw"

"It wasn't a matter really of wanting to take it on. Right now I'm not doing anything. I have the wherewithal. I got a four-wheel-drive truck. I got dogs I'm used to listening to,"

"I'm not working right now. I had time on my hands. I wasn't worried about bumping into the guy or getting lost in the woods."

"He didn't 'survive.' He looked like anyone else who had gone for 10 days with no food and was too stupid to drink."

"He said, 'Are you going to kill me?' I said, 'No, but I will if I have to.'

"I'm 240 pounds and I've done hard shit all my life."

"I did thump his dog once when he was trying to bite me, but I did not hurt him. I was just trying to let him know that I was not the right guy to try and bite,"

"I thought he was some kind of drug addict. I even asked him that, 'What kind of dope are you on that has peeled all your meat off you?'"

"I'm glad it's over. It was a shitty mess. Not a positive thing about it."

A fiercely individualistic, self-sufficent, coarse, eminently quotable mountain n(of a) man is Mr. Robinson!

This Ain't Sparta

Seriously, Game 3 opening... WTF?

One can imagine the scenario: Two PR douches present their pitch for a pre-game show to Ottawa Senators executives:

PR Douch #1: So Senators, right? We need to leverage some excitement from the fan base through a theme

PR Douche #2: so here’s what we are thinking… forget Spartan Cat,… that does not play.

PR Douche#1: What the kids like now, what’s big this year is those half-naked guys from that movie 300

PR Douche #2: What are they called?

PR Douche#1: Greek dudes

PR Douche #2: Yeah, so we rent a costume, and we get some miked-up greek dude to come out to inspire people to cheer

PR Douche#1: Full fanfare!

PR Douche #2: He’s got the greek helmet, and greek cape, and a shield.

PR Douche#1: Now that says Senators!

PR Douche #2: And we get him to walk down the ranks of the Sens

PR Douche#1: With the greek-ish music and everything.

PR Douche #2: And he’ll do some lines from the movie and get people to cheer.

PR Douche#1: you know, motivate the team and the fans.

PR Douche #2: It will be something uniquely Ottawa Senators

Was it really as bad as I make it sound?




Yup.

In a pre-game opening that was supposed to symbolize Captain Daniel Alfredsson’s return, a buffed wannabe Spartan warrior took to the ice and spewed clichés from the movie 300. Unfortunately, hampered by a microphone malfunction and a teetering helmet, the effect was lost on most. Somewhere in the world, Gerard Butler was having a good laugh while King Leonidis must’ve been turning in his grave.

Homoerotic? Really? I would not go that far.

It was pretty terrible that they tried to pass off Frank Miller's stylized version of a Spartan Hoplite as a Roman Senator, though.

Oh yeah, Sens lost. They now face a sweep.

Here's a somewhat more accurate depiction of the appropriate roman armour, plus a pretty kickass battle scene:

400th Post

"There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human society, are created, strengthened and maintained”
Winston Curchill

I had no idea I was about to reach this milestone until I signed into my blogger account and looked at my dashboard... so I figured for my 400th post, I would just put up a picture of my family, from our last get together: Easter 2008 --we had just left mass and I snapped this photo in the parking lot.

It isn't quite a "complete" picture: Joe and Michelle could not make it down. I suppose as you get older and welcome spouses and offspring into your family, it gets harder to get everyone in one place at one time. That's why when it does happen, you cherish it.

Some members of the clan are heading to Spain for a cousin's wedding. We wish them a safe trip, and hope they make the best of their time over there.

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